I stood with one elbow on the counter, next to a completely incongruous rolled-up stack of fiberglass, staring at the game posters on the nearby wall.
Robot Diablo [Argentinian]
Le Regle De La Jeu Medieval [French]
Harem Survival 4 [Iranian-Guangdong collab, ridiculously popular]
Kokoro no iron [One of ours]
The last one had the best art, a pretty realistic image of a heart being crushed by a giant metal claw, but the concept…still generic. Young teens, robots suits, battles spilling over into high school girl changing rooms.
I heard a noise from the door and looked over, but it was something happening in the corridor outside.
Quick check on the back room doorway.
No Yosh shape.
Back to the posters.
Ah, Harem Survival 4…the one that finally took the subtlety away…played by gamers with absolutely no sense of shame…
Another noise from the corridor, followed by a rough shout of NOT THAT WAY, YOU SPOON.
I tried looking out through the window, but there was too much promo stuff blocking the view. Just a head or two bobbing past.
It was weird, the centre was fairly active, but none of it seemed to be spilling over into Yosh’s place. Like someone had drawn a magic circle in invisible chalk. There were one or two kids slumped on the VR dentist chairs in the corner, but compared to normal, the place was practically derelict.Continue reading